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The kind of wisdom hiding nothing clever underneath,
Walls that would still collude in silence if they could speak.
A Ponzi scheme to clean your room and “be a man”,
Born lucky, harming others just because you can.
There’s a reason why in winning you still feel alone,
Why your problems are the fault of any but your own.
This is the saddest birthday party I’ve had to attend,
How did a glowing neon screen become my only friend?
It’s not time - you wasted mine entirely,
A lack of nuance validates your impropriety.
Oh Lord, we’ve seen the light,
since you made it black and white.
I’d rather spend my time inside.
On and on…my world is thrown
and I’ve never tasted failure like this one.
Now I’m done.
God damn you all to hell,
I didn’t think you’d burn the whole thing down.
I just wanted you to love me
So I could as well.
Now all I’ve got is a plastic spork,
you know I couldn’t spell.
God damn you all to hell,
you blew it up, you blew it up you maniacs.
One hundred horseshit facts.
I live the present through a semi-fiction history,
Taking pride of crimes which remotely don’t belong to me.
You know I know I memorised a hundred horseshit “facts”,
half of which I couldn’t fully even understand.
Serve your lobster with a side of false dichotomy,
It’s not murder if we scream “applied biology”.
No great insight, we’re gonna be al(t)-right.
I’m running out of time
On and on…my world is thrown
and I’ve never tasted failure like this one.
Now I’m done.
God damn you all to hell,
I didn’t think you’d burn the whole thing down.
I just wanted you to love me
So I could as well.
Now all I’ve got is a plastic spork,
you know me well.
God damn you all to hell,
you blew it up, you blew it up you maniacs.
One hundred horseshit facts.
This is why you shouldn’t read too much.
Your children will be first when we have lunch.
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